nineteen.
And I'm finally nineteen
And I'm rhyming so lightly
And my mind is enlightened
And my psyche's almighty
Spent some time just hiding
Come and try to find me
Run inside, don't try me
Lucky guy, not my thing
Y'all do this so blindly
I act foolish on my beats
Release music, it's likely
I'm still moving and striving
Learning to keep my secrets
It's urgent to lead the leaders
It's urgent to teach the teachers
It irks me to see you bleeding
You didn't miss shit once, you missed it twice
Getting business done
You a bit surprised
Look into a victim's eyes
Victimized in disguise
In the skies lie sins and lies
Who the fuck are you to criticize
Shit is pathetic and pitiful, you live a lie
Got played like a fiddle, bitter like a little guy
Getting rid of the glitter by just getting by
2022, letting loose and I'm getting through
Steady, ready too, better news
People left the noose
They're all hoping for a better year
And a better you
Pedal to the heavy metal
Might just get to spread the truth
Set the booth, once I say it, it's done
Shit is dangerous, as if I'm playing with guns
I ain't a saint, shit is really crazy to some
No one to blame, ain't lame, better change it to fun
And I'm rhyming so lightly
And my mind is enlightened
And my psyche's almighty
Spent some time just hiding
Come and try to find me
Run inside, don't try me
Lucky guy, not my thing
Y'all do this so blindly
I act foolish on my beats
Release music, it's likely
I'm still moving and striving
Learning to keep my secrets
It's urgent to lead the leaders
It's urgent to teach the teachers
It irks me to see you bleeding
You didn't miss shit once, you missed it twice
Getting business done
You a bit surprised
Look into a victim's eyes
Victimized in disguise
In the skies lie sins and lies
Who the fuck are you to criticize
Shit is pathetic and pitiful, you live a lie
Got played like a fiddle, bitter like a little guy
Getting rid of the glitter by just getting by
2022, letting loose and I'm getting through
Steady, ready too, better news
People left the noose
They're all hoping for a better year
And a better you
Pedal to the heavy metal
Might just get to spread the truth
Set the booth, once I say it, it's done
Shit is dangerous, as if I'm playing with guns
I ain't a saint, shit is really crazy to some
No one to blame, ain't lame, better change it to fun
Credits
Writer(s): Mario Sipicki
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